I’m really bad at dating
Welcome back!
I’ll just put that out there before explaining any of the events of this week.
Ethan…again
I slept with Ethan again. He happens to live across the street from my office building, so it was convenient to stop in there for an after-work cocktail, which led to him cooking me dinner, which led to drinks out in Hollywood all night with friends, which led to a lot of toe-curling and back-arching all night long.
We had a very frank conversation in the morning about how he realized that I would never feel about him the way he feels about me and that we could continue on this casual-sex adventure until he felt that he couldn’t take it anymore.
He really is a good guy. Sometimes I wish I felt more for him than I do.
Aaron
Yesterday, I had plans to have coffee with Aaron, a CEO of a tech company up in San Francisco. He was in town for a few days and I had given him some advice on his company’s product and I was assuming he was interested in hearing more about what I have to say. Only…..Aaron is really hot.
We ended up spending most of the hour talking about dating and what I looked for in a guy. I was tempted to direct him to my last post.
We sent a few emails back and forth this morning, but really, he lives in San Francisco. I’ve done the long distance thing and it’s not incredibly appealing to me. Having a go-to man in SF though, is an idea that I like. Maybe I could work that angle.
David
After the email back-and-forth with Aaron ended, I got a text message from David.
David is one of two guys in my life who have ever broken my heart. When he couldn’t find time in his busy work schedule to start seeing me twice a week after 5 months of dating, I walked away. It killed me to do it, but I like myself too much to be in a relationship where my needs aren’t being met. It’s been more than a month since I’ve spoken to him.
He texted that he had been thinking about me recently and wanted to talk. Being the stubborn girl that I am, I ignored his first two text messages, then gave in and offered him two options for evenings to take me to dinner and talk (knowing that dinners are hard for him to do). The only way he is getting back into my life is by crawling on the floor begging for forgiveness.
That bastard couldn’t make either night. I had to fight the urge to chuck my blackberry across the room. I refuse to talk to him anymore. I can’t go through this again.
I need a drink.
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